The realm of Forgotten Layers was lost to winter. Snow and ice covered dead trees. Flowers that once bloomed all year round were nowhere to be seen. The garden of the inn was buried under a blanket of white, the small fish in the littering ponds frozen in still life beneath the surface. The rabbit, Pascal, had been rescued by Jeremiah from the outdoor hutch when the changes started happening to the realm. Though both ravens, Hope and Light, had been journeying beyond when the realm had lapsed into a season of cold and had yet to return. There was enough in storage for the man and rabbit to survive, but for how long it was unknown? without the Lady Izira present the death of the realm was inevitable?
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The dream was real. Her mind was slipping again. She didn?t remember leaving the small room she?d been keeping in the city, but here she was standing on the outskirts of the borders to her realm. Had her unwillingness to return halted her hesitant feet or had it been the soft cries of the two ravens perched in green covered branches? They watched her with dark eyes. Each bird crouched to either side of the first tear that led into the realm, waiting for what she would do.
Her eyes had been clear of color, but with her awareness returning so too did the amber-brown tint bleed back into her irises. Those orbs shifted from black feathered bird to black feathered bird, catching in the silence their call for her to go back. She retreated a step, feeling nothing between her foot and the ground. Grass gave way to mud. It was then she realized she how wet and cold she was. Looking over her thinned frame, finding herself dressed in a sheer white night shift. Little was left to the imagination as the soaked fabric clung to her form. Had she forgotten this would be a result of her action, that madness included blackouts of time? She hadn?t forgotten, just hoped it would have held off a while longer.
It had been night when she?d gone to bed. Now the darkened sky had fled away from the morning light, leaving only a thin strip of its memory on the horizon. Was it only the next morning or another morning after that? Standing in a small clearing within the woods, there was no way for her to know. Body turned to face the direction the city of RhyDin rested. She should go back there, return to her room. There were plans in the making, dinners and a party. A few new people in her life, maybe not friends yet, but perhaps soon? And her friends that were? They were unseen, unavailable, as distant to herself as her own heart had become. Standing at the brink between one world and another, Izira could tell how alone she had become in her life. How alone she had always been. At the edge of her realm, her heart felt closer and she could feel that it was broken still. Not over a man, but her life in general. Her heart was broken, it had always been broken. She didn?t know if she would be whole again.
Movement in the woods broke the lady from her melancholy. A dark shadow that was there one moment and gone the next, blacking out the space between the trees before vanishing. The ravens remained steady. Izira couldn?t help but wonder if the shadow was her mind slipping away once more. Amber-browns searched into the forest beyond, half hoping to see the shadow once more and half hoping against it. Which was better?madness or an unknown shadow? Izira started to think the answer to that was a lose-lose situation?
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The dream was real. Her mind was slipping again. She didn?t remember leaving the small room she?d been keeping in the city, but here she was standing on the outskirts of the borders to her realm. Had her unwillingness to return halted her hesitant feet or had it been the soft cries of the two ravens perched in green covered branches? They watched her with dark eyes. Each bird crouched to either side of the first tear that led into the realm, waiting for what she would do.
Her eyes had been clear of color, but with her awareness returning so too did the amber-brown tint bleed back into her irises. Those orbs shifted from black feathered bird to black feathered bird, catching in the silence their call for her to go back. She retreated a step, feeling nothing between her foot and the ground. Grass gave way to mud. It was then she realized she how wet and cold she was. Looking over her thinned frame, finding herself dressed in a sheer white night shift. Little was left to the imagination as the soaked fabric clung to her form. Had she forgotten this would be a result of her action, that madness included blackouts of time? She hadn?t forgotten, just hoped it would have held off a while longer.
It had been night when she?d gone to bed. Now the darkened sky had fled away from the morning light, leaving only a thin strip of its memory on the horizon. Was it only the next morning or another morning after that? Standing in a small clearing within the woods, there was no way for her to know. Body turned to face the direction the city of RhyDin rested. She should go back there, return to her room. There were plans in the making, dinners and a party. A few new people in her life, maybe not friends yet, but perhaps soon? And her friends that were? They were unseen, unavailable, as distant to herself as her own heart had become. Standing at the brink between one world and another, Izira could tell how alone she had become in her life. How alone she had always been. At the edge of her realm, her heart felt closer and she could feel that it was broken still. Not over a man, but her life in general. Her heart was broken, it had always been broken. She didn?t know if she would be whole again.
Movement in the woods broke the lady from her melancholy. A dark shadow that was there one moment and gone the next, blacking out the space between the trees before vanishing. The ravens remained steady. Izira couldn?t help but wonder if the shadow was her mind slipping away once more. Amber-browns searched into the forest beyond, half hoping to see the shadow once more and half hoping against it. Which was better?madness or an unknown shadow? Izira started to think the answer to that was a lose-lose situation?